InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Fire: Inuyasha, Do You Dream of Cowboy and Indian Gayness? ( Chapter 20 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Inuyasha) [yaoi] Inuyasha is bored; he finds one of Kagome's schoolbooks and it breaks his brain. Awarded 1st Place @ IY Hedonism
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.07.2008 | Updated On: 10.09.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 860 | Visits: 854 | Status: Completed
(Inuyasha) [yaoi] Inuyasha is bored; he finds one of Kagome's schoolbooks and it breaks his brain. Awarded 1st Place @ IY Hedonism
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.07.2008 | Updated On: 10.09.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 860 | Visits: 854 | Status: Completed
"Fire: Inuyasha, Do You Dream of Cowboy and Indian Gayness?" by Abraxas (2008-09-27)
Inuyasha was bored and, like any other dog left alone too long, the demon was determined to get into a heap of trouble. He pestered Kaede and Shippo while they gathered supplies - but the woman was stoic and the fox turned the table with a sneaky kind of trick. He bothered Miroku about his kink - but Sango interrupted with a slap which led toward passions of other, intimate flavors he was not comfortable watching. So, accepting the excitement of a sit, he stormed into Kagome's hut.
"Aha!" he announced - then - sulked. "Keh."
Alas, Kagome had not yet returned.
"What am I going to do? Damn it!" he cursed and shook a fist. "Gods - there's not a drop of entertainment."
He sat and waited. So bored and so, utterly, frustrated about it.
And then the demon noticed it -
"Aha! The book bag." Gleefully, teeth grinning like a madman, he sneaked into the corner of the room. There, there against a wall, a sack lay waiting - no - begging to be trifled with. "Heh heh heh!" he laughed gruffly.
Claws tore into a zipper. Fingers reached through the sack. Hands rummaged about its contents. The sound of objects mixing with objects was like a low, arrhythmic chime.
Suddenly he felt something solid. Still smiling that smile he laughed through his grin. He grasped it. He brought it into view.
The smile evaporated as elation was replaced by confusion.
It was a book of the future. A picture adorned the cover. It was very, very prominent.
Inuyasha blinked trying to decipher what it could have meant. It seemed as if the picture was of two distinct men. But they were unlike any kind of man he knew. The man kneeling was naked except where covered by: a loincloth between his legs and a crown of feather atop his head. The man crouching was clothed with fashion rough yet similar to the style of the future he glimpsed while visiting Kagome's world.
The curious part of the pose - the part that took a while to fathom - was the connection between the men. Gazing tenderly, the kneeling man's hands were holding the crouching man's head against his chest. Defending relentlessly, the crouching man was holding onto the kneeling man's waist while aiming a weapon away toward the distance.
"Who are they? What are they? And why are they touching like that?" he asked - aloud. "Hmmm, I'll ask Miroku, later."
Finished with the picture he gazed at the words.
"Reflections of a Pink Desert. I guess that would be the title."
Sitting against the wall, the light of day seeping through the window, Inuyasha thumbed the pages of the book.
He found a page of haikus and paused to read.
By the heat of fire
Against the freeze of autumn
Your hand and my hand
Under moon and stars
Against the turn of seasons
We lean skin to skin
He returned to the front of the book and again stared at the image of the men.
Another page. Another verse.
My breath strokes your cheek
Your arms reach, grasp and tighten
And we feel alive
Is no love like ours
Secret and quiet and pure
We men of two worlds
If it was not so then it was so now: Inuyasha's jaw dropped. Drool trickled onto already weathered pages. The words - the words! - could not be used together that way. To form those thoughts! To form those images! Clearly the future was a crazy, mixed up place where words were devoid of their traditional past meanings. Otherwise -
But language itself was not the end of the problem. The breakdown of the haiku baffled as much as its content. The verse showed the author did not appreciate the beauty of the haiku. He was not a poet yet he knew enough to understand that those haikus should have been better. It was as if the author strung words together just to fill syllables without caring about the effect.
And, then, another verse recited aloud:
Dewy against lips
The flower of manhood blooms
And spills desert seed
The illustration along the verse awoke sensations that Inuyasha did not know existed.
Sitting, shocked, he did not notice Kagome's arrival - and the feel of the book slapping against his face.
He blinked slowly coming out of it.
"Inuyasha! I need that book for my gay studies class! Baka!" she scolded.
But Inuyasha did not budge.
"Kagome - I think I lost a piece of virginity…."
(760)
Inuyasha was bored and, like any other dog left alone too long, the demon was determined to get into a heap of trouble. He pestered Kaede and Shippo while they gathered supplies - but the woman was stoic and the fox turned the table with a sneaky kind of trick. He bothered Miroku about his kink - but Sango interrupted with a slap which led toward passions of other, intimate flavors he was not comfortable watching. So, accepting the excitement of a sit, he stormed into Kagome's hut.
"Aha!" he announced - then - sulked. "Keh."
Alas, Kagome had not yet returned.
"What am I going to do? Damn it!" he cursed and shook a fist. "Gods - there's not a drop of entertainment."
He sat and waited. So bored and so, utterly, frustrated about it.
And then the demon noticed it -
"Aha! The book bag." Gleefully, teeth grinning like a madman, he sneaked into the corner of the room. There, there against a wall, a sack lay waiting - no - begging to be trifled with. "Heh heh heh!" he laughed gruffly.
Claws tore into a zipper. Fingers reached through the sack. Hands rummaged about its contents. The sound of objects mixing with objects was like a low, arrhythmic chime.
Suddenly he felt something solid. Still smiling that smile he laughed through his grin. He grasped it. He brought it into view.
The smile evaporated as elation was replaced by confusion.
It was a book of the future. A picture adorned the cover. It was very, very prominent.
Inuyasha blinked trying to decipher what it could have meant. It seemed as if the picture was of two distinct men. But they were unlike any kind of man he knew. The man kneeling was naked except where covered by: a loincloth between his legs and a crown of feather atop his head. The man crouching was clothed with fashion rough yet similar to the style of the future he glimpsed while visiting Kagome's world.
The curious part of the pose - the part that took a while to fathom - was the connection between the men. Gazing tenderly, the kneeling man's hands were holding the crouching man's head against his chest. Defending relentlessly, the crouching man was holding onto the kneeling man's waist while aiming a weapon away toward the distance.
"Who are they? What are they? And why are they touching like that?" he asked - aloud. "Hmmm, I'll ask Miroku, later."
Finished with the picture he gazed at the words.
"Reflections of a Pink Desert. I guess that would be the title."
Sitting against the wall, the light of day seeping through the window, Inuyasha thumbed the pages of the book.
He found a page of haikus and paused to read.
By the heat of fire
Against the freeze of autumn
Your hand and my hand
Under moon and stars
Against the turn of seasons
We lean skin to skin
He returned to the front of the book and again stared at the image of the men.
Another page. Another verse.
My breath strokes your cheek
Your arms reach, grasp and tighten
And we feel alive
Is no love like ours
Secret and quiet and pure
We men of two worlds
If it was not so then it was so now: Inuyasha's jaw dropped. Drool trickled onto already weathered pages. The words - the words! - could not be used together that way. To form those thoughts! To form those images! Clearly the future was a crazy, mixed up place where words were devoid of their traditional past meanings. Otherwise -
But language itself was not the end of the problem. The breakdown of the haiku baffled as much as its content. The verse showed the author did not appreciate the beauty of the haiku. He was not a poet yet he knew enough to understand that those haikus should have been better. It was as if the author strung words together just to fill syllables without caring about the effect.
And, then, another verse recited aloud:
Dewy against lips
The flower of manhood blooms
And spills desert seed
The illustration along the verse awoke sensations that Inuyasha did not know existed.
Sitting, shocked, he did not notice Kagome's arrival - and the feel of the book slapping against his face.
He blinked slowly coming out of it.
"Inuyasha! I need that book for my gay studies class! Baka!" she scolded.
But Inuyasha did not budge.
"Kagome - I think I lost a piece of virginity…."
(760)